McNeil," said Mr. Sherwood. "Why not
let the matter rest as it is? I don't think you are making much headway;
better not press it any further."
"She has not given me fair play," was the reply. "If I am to be refused,
why must I take it from another's lips? Give me the chance to open my heart
to her, and I will be satisfied."
"Well, Mr. McNeil, I wish you well; but she must choose as she likes. What
is the water like to-day?"
"Smooth as a mill-pond; scarcely a ripple," was the reply, as he followed
Mr. Sherwood into the next room.
"I have called to see if you will go for a sail, Miss Dexie," said Mr.
McNeil, as he entered the room and seated himself beside her. "You have not
been on the water for some time; it is a pity to miss this fine afternoon."
Gussie knew very well that she was not included in the invitation; but she
had no intention of being left out, so she eagerly answered:
"Oh, yes, of course we will go; it will be lovely and cool on the water
this hot afternoon."
Hugh knew it would be useless to hint that it was Dexie alone he wanted,
but he meant to get rid of her society somehow.
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